Disclaimer: I don't own furuba. If I did, than none of you would know what
the hell it was, and all the sketches would be lying on the bottom of my
sketchbook.
WARNING: Extreme yaoi! You have been warned!
Thank you all for reading this, and especially thank those who reviewed! You know I love that!
Foreordained Miracle Chapter4 The Brightness of Stars
The Night was stormy and humid. Clouds roiled overhead, boiling the sky in a heat that threatened to explode in a frenzy of lightning and rain, and underneath trees seemed to wither in the south wind, limbs flailing as if to protect themselves.
Inside the Soumas', Kyous' slender limbs mimicked those outside. In his fevered heat and the fevered rain outside, he found it hard, almost painful, to sleep. Something about the rain hurt him, gave him nightmares of monsters with reeking bodies and hate filled, longing eyes. His legs, almost healed, kicked the covers off, and with a scream he sat up. Holding his head in his hands, Kyou fought to catch his breath. He had heard screaming, a desolate roar in his ears that rang there still. It had mixed with a real scream from outside his mind, and it was that that had awoken him. But it hadn't been he who screamed. Looking around the room, Kyou watched the shadows thrash on the walls. Distant thunder rang out, and Kyou wondered if that had been the sound he heard, not a scream, but thunder.
A saddened muffled sound came from somewhere in the house. Kyou reached for the crutch lying next to his bed and pulled himself up. It had been almost three weeks; His leg, not broken, but with a fracture along the shin, had healed quickly. It was almost completely well, but Kyou still used the crutch in case of the sudden pain that would shoot up, almost knocking him off balance. To be sure, Kyou had amazingly come out of the accident with far fewer injuries that expected. The cuts and scrapes along his back, arms, and thighs had all but disappeared, and his shoulder had gone back into place. The only thing left to heal completely was his head, fractured along the right side, and his memory. Pulling the door open, Kyou stood in the dark hallway, listening. The house was silent now, except for the sighing and creaking of the walls in the wind. But Kyou knew where the sound had come from. Turning, he walked down the hall to Yukis' room, knocked lightly on the door. When no answer came, he pulled it open, stepping quietly inside, and shut it behind him. In the faint light coming through the window, Kyou could see Yukis huddled form upon the mat. He was sitting, hands in his hair, and seemed oblivious to Kyous presence. For a moment, Kyou thought about leaving, and almost turned to go. His crutch clicked on the wooden floor, a sudden loud sound in the immense silence. The sound seemed to awaken Yuki from his trance with a gasp. Turning to face the cat with large, teary eyes, Yuki seemed startled by his presence.
"Kyou?" he asked, his voice shaking and raspy, like someone who had been running. Kyou walked over to the side of the bed, and sat down.
"Yuki, are you alright?" Kyou placed a hand on the boys arm, and both quickly recoiled from the touch. Yukis arm was wet with sweat and as cold as ice. Fear seemed evident in his face, and Kyou wondered if the storm had brought nightmares to the other as well.
Yuki reached out and hesitantly placed a hand on the cats' wrist. "Your burning." He said. Kyou shook his head and pointed at the other.
"No, you're freezing. What's wrong?"
Yuki seemed to shudder, and turned away from Kyou.
"I had a night mare." He said, trying to keep his voice level and cool. But he couldn't, and Kyou heard it crack on the word 'nightmare'.
"What about?" Kyou asked, concerned. The mouse-boy had always been so cool and fearless; Kyou wondered what evil would it take to scare him. Yuki stayed silent for a moment, taking deep breaths to steady himself. "You wouldn't understand." He said quietly.
"Try me." Kyou scooted closer to Yuki. The coolness of the boys skin felt good against his own fevered limbs. He was still at 101( f, and was attracted by the relief that coolness brought. Yuki didn't move away. He was cold, cold with fear, a fear brought on by being alone, alone with Akito, and the other bys body warmth seemed to banish some of that fear back into the darkness. They sat like that in silence for a while, Yuki gathering his thoughts into a way the other might understand, and Kyou waiting and cooling himself against Yukis skin. Finally, unable to figure out a way to tell Kyou, he sighed.
"Akito." He said quietly. At that moment, lightning flashed, and thunder rang out. Both boys jumped and came together in a panic. The storm was upon them. When they had gathered their wits together, Kyou looked over to Yuki.
"Akito?"
For some odd reason, the name stirred some basic fear in Kyous heart. Without his memory, he could place no image with that fear, but that only made things worse.
Yuki nodded. "Akito. Head of the Souma family." He said quietly, in an ominous voice. "He. " His voice choked up, and his eyes went wide, remembering. Kyou could feel the boys' shoulders shaking next to him, almost wildly, and Kyou suddenly felt scared for him. He placed his arms around the boy, tentively. When Yuki didn't pull away, Kyou steadied the embrace, letting his body warmth banish the chill fog of fear that surrounded the mouse. Yuki sighed, and leaned on the boys' chest, listening to the steady heartbeat sending warm blood through Kyous limbs. Yuki could feel the pulse in Kyous hands through the fabric on his nightshirt. He let the rhythm of Kyous heart steady his breathing, and Yuki could feel his body calming, the shaking stop. Outside the wind howled and tore at the house in desolation. Yuki didn't notice, but instead looked up at Kyou. The cat seemed to be struggling to find something to say. As he started to speak, Yuki placed a hand across Kyous mouth.
"Don't. I don't want to talk about it." Yuki said quietly. When he moved his hand, Kyou shook his head, and would have tried to speak again, but he was silenced once more, this time by lips.
Yuki tugged on Kyous nightshirt, pulling him down to kiss him.
"What am I doing?!?" his mind screamed at him, but he already knew, had known for a while. He had just been trying to hide it, to force away those feelings he didn't want to confront.
Yuki expected Kyou to pull away, to yell at him, call him disgusting, and rage out of the room. But Kyou only kissed back. No, more than kissed back; he kissed back hard. Yuki pulled Kyou towards him, on to the mats and blankets. In the back of his mind, Yuki could hear the rain pouring down in a fury of thunder and wind, but he ignored it. He had his own storm to worry about. Yukis hands worked fast, unbuttoning the nightshirt as he kissed Kyou. Kyous hands were doing the same, and when he had pulled it off, ran his hands along the others back, kissing his neck. (At this point, author-chan starts to get squeamish and feels perverted for writing this on a public computer, so she apologies for the disjointed writing. Believe me, it gets better.) What followed could only be described as a tangle of slender limbs, and a knot of bodies. Had Shigure been awake, noises the author is not willing to comment on would have inspired his next book. Kyou, to Yukis surprise, had this gentle, sensual touch that made the small hairs on Yukis body stand on end. Yuki also found that had this urge to bite and tug, not painfully, but hard, something he had never before thought of.
Motions and creaking, spinning and odd colors and honeydew flavors. The storm outside was nothing compared to the one within. Friction could have started a fire had not sweat and other things gotten in the way. It felt like sweet eternity was bottled up inside each boy and each wanted the others more than anything, tearing to get inside, and reveling in the fire and honey of the other.
Everything was a soft slip of flesh against another, so blissfully raw, Yuki wanted to swallow it all in himself. He could hear himself groan with frustration and tried harder to get into Kyou, could feel their bodies melting together in a blend of noise, flesh, and heat.
Finally, exhausted, the boys pulled away from each other, each slick with sweat, from each other and the air. They layed like that for some time, hands exploring and caressing, lips feeling their way, but with none of the fire and need of before. Now it turned soft, reassuring, as if to tell the other that it had been real, that it wasn't a dream. The humid, hot air of summer felt chill against their slick skin, and they pulled damp covers over themselves. Yuki brushed damp hair from Kyous eyes, hands tracing soft lips, and sighed. They had said nothing to each other since they had started, and yuki was reluctant to break that silence, afraid he might shatter with the force it took. In a few moments Kyou started to pull away, leaving cold air chilling Yukis bare skin.
"Where are you going?" Yuki asked quietly. Kyou smiled softly, lazily pulling on his shorts.
"To the kitchen. I'm hungry."
Yuki stood up and pulled on his nightshirt, silently following the cat to the kitchen.
Kyou pulled down a bag of chocolate mints. Why he had a craving for these, he didn't know, but he just did. Yuki, evidently hungry as well, nabbed some of last nights leftovers. Sitting at the table, each shared their food, munching silently and fast like starving beggars. When they had devoured everything in sight, they sat back, staring at each other. Yukis eyes traveled lasciviously up and down the other boys' limbs. Kyou must have been thinking the same way as yuki, for he crawled over and straddled the mouse's lap, kissing the tingling area behind the ears. Yuki put up a minor protest.
"Kyou, don't.not here. what if Shigure comes down?" Kyou snorted. "The pervert? He couldn't care less. Probably ask to join in." Kyou played with the gray-eyed boys hair, slender limbs weaving between the two. Yuki kissed the top of the cat-boys fiery head, smiling to himself, before pushing Kyou gently off. Kyou, a look of hurt crossing his eyes, sat back.
"What's wrong? Did I do something not right or." Yuki held his hand up for silence, and chuckled quietly to himself before answering.
"This whole thing is wrong, Kyou, at least to others." He took the boys hand and kissed his fingers to show that he did not agree with them. "But I can't help but feel that I'm taking advantage of you without your memory. I KNOW I am." He added, before Kyou could protest. Kyou looked down at his feet, awaiting the rejection he could feel coming. But instead of rejection, yuki only said "the rain stopped." Kyou nodded. "I know." Yuki stood up, his bare feet sliding against the floor, and opened the window. Looking out, he sighed.
"Even the clouds are gone. Its as if the storm never was." Kyou, coming up beside him, tilted his head to the side. "No. The storm washed the sky. Look at how bright the stars are."
Yuki nodded. The stars did look brighter, or maybe they just looked that way because Kyou had said so. Looking down, he turned to Kyou. Pulling him into a passionate kiss, Yuki put all the frustrations of what he was about to say into it. The force of it took Kyous breath away, and even drew a little blood, but otherwise Kyou could have died happily right then. When Yuki finally pulled away, much to Kyous unhappiness, he could barely pull his lips from the softness without crying out for more. "Kyou." He said, his voice shaky and gasping. "Kyou, we need to talk."
Leading the dazed cat back to the kotatsu, he sat him down gently; trying not to let his hands linger too long on the boys waist and hips. Kyou gazed, confused, at the gray-eyed boy. "Kyou, like I said, I can't help but think that I'm taking advantage of your amnesia. You couldn't understand, I've been wanting this for so long, but it honestly scared me, and I knew it would scare you, if I tried anything, but now." Yuki shook his head. "Its going to be so hard, but until you get your memory back.." Yuki faltered. Deep in hi heart he dreaded Kyou ever remembering his past life, all the hatred he had stored in his heart for the mouse, and all the problems he had. Kyou seemed so happy without them. Yuki realized that this is what Kyou would have been like if he had never been born with the curse, if all the heartache that clouded his mind with red and tore at his soul had never been, this is what Kyou would be: a smiling, carefree guy with beautiful eyes unclouded, and a soft touch that could make even the most stoic person reconsider the hetero- ism. Someone who sent shivers up Yukis spine, and heat corseing through his veins. But could Kyou understand this, when his memory returned? Would he still feel the same way then as he does now? It was bound to happen soon; it had almost been three weeks now. How much longer before the cat hated him once more?
"When you get your memory back. I just want to make sure you still feel the same way.
Kyou sat silent for a moment, and nodded. It would be hard for him also, but he could see Yukis point of view. He just hoped. A sudden thought struck him. "What about tohru?" he asked quietly. At this, a rare smile escaped the mouses lips. "Honda-san? This should make things easier for her, if any thing. But. Please, don't tell her about it. We can stay this way, and no one will know." An image of akito came to his mind briefly, and Yuki shivered. "No one will inter fere." He added.
Kyou nodded. "between us." He said solemly. Yuki stood and kissed the red- eyed boy softly on the lips. "Until then, then." Yuki turned away as gracefully as he could, and returned to bed. He would have to wash it in the morning, but for now he let the smell and warmth left by their bodies comfort him, and banish all chill nightmares to hence they came. All night he dreamt of slender limbs, a lascivious dancer, a dance of limbs put on by a red-eyed boy.
WARNING: Extreme yaoi! You have been warned!
Thank you all for reading this, and especially thank those who reviewed! You know I love that!
Foreordained Miracle Chapter4 The Brightness of Stars
The Night was stormy and humid. Clouds roiled overhead, boiling the sky in a heat that threatened to explode in a frenzy of lightning and rain, and underneath trees seemed to wither in the south wind, limbs flailing as if to protect themselves.
Inside the Soumas', Kyous' slender limbs mimicked those outside. In his fevered heat and the fevered rain outside, he found it hard, almost painful, to sleep. Something about the rain hurt him, gave him nightmares of monsters with reeking bodies and hate filled, longing eyes. His legs, almost healed, kicked the covers off, and with a scream he sat up. Holding his head in his hands, Kyou fought to catch his breath. He had heard screaming, a desolate roar in his ears that rang there still. It had mixed with a real scream from outside his mind, and it was that that had awoken him. But it hadn't been he who screamed. Looking around the room, Kyou watched the shadows thrash on the walls. Distant thunder rang out, and Kyou wondered if that had been the sound he heard, not a scream, but thunder.
A saddened muffled sound came from somewhere in the house. Kyou reached for the crutch lying next to his bed and pulled himself up. It had been almost three weeks; His leg, not broken, but with a fracture along the shin, had healed quickly. It was almost completely well, but Kyou still used the crutch in case of the sudden pain that would shoot up, almost knocking him off balance. To be sure, Kyou had amazingly come out of the accident with far fewer injuries that expected. The cuts and scrapes along his back, arms, and thighs had all but disappeared, and his shoulder had gone back into place. The only thing left to heal completely was his head, fractured along the right side, and his memory. Pulling the door open, Kyou stood in the dark hallway, listening. The house was silent now, except for the sighing and creaking of the walls in the wind. But Kyou knew where the sound had come from. Turning, he walked down the hall to Yukis' room, knocked lightly on the door. When no answer came, he pulled it open, stepping quietly inside, and shut it behind him. In the faint light coming through the window, Kyou could see Yukis huddled form upon the mat. He was sitting, hands in his hair, and seemed oblivious to Kyous presence. For a moment, Kyou thought about leaving, and almost turned to go. His crutch clicked on the wooden floor, a sudden loud sound in the immense silence. The sound seemed to awaken Yuki from his trance with a gasp. Turning to face the cat with large, teary eyes, Yuki seemed startled by his presence.
"Kyou?" he asked, his voice shaking and raspy, like someone who had been running. Kyou walked over to the side of the bed, and sat down.
"Yuki, are you alright?" Kyou placed a hand on the boys arm, and both quickly recoiled from the touch. Yukis arm was wet with sweat and as cold as ice. Fear seemed evident in his face, and Kyou wondered if the storm had brought nightmares to the other as well.
Yuki reached out and hesitantly placed a hand on the cats' wrist. "Your burning." He said. Kyou shook his head and pointed at the other.
"No, you're freezing. What's wrong?"
Yuki seemed to shudder, and turned away from Kyou.
"I had a night mare." He said, trying to keep his voice level and cool. But he couldn't, and Kyou heard it crack on the word 'nightmare'.
"What about?" Kyou asked, concerned. The mouse-boy had always been so cool and fearless; Kyou wondered what evil would it take to scare him. Yuki stayed silent for a moment, taking deep breaths to steady himself. "You wouldn't understand." He said quietly.
"Try me." Kyou scooted closer to Yuki. The coolness of the boys skin felt good against his own fevered limbs. He was still at 101( f, and was attracted by the relief that coolness brought. Yuki didn't move away. He was cold, cold with fear, a fear brought on by being alone, alone with Akito, and the other bys body warmth seemed to banish some of that fear back into the darkness. They sat like that in silence for a while, Yuki gathering his thoughts into a way the other might understand, and Kyou waiting and cooling himself against Yukis skin. Finally, unable to figure out a way to tell Kyou, he sighed.
"Akito." He said quietly. At that moment, lightning flashed, and thunder rang out. Both boys jumped and came together in a panic. The storm was upon them. When they had gathered their wits together, Kyou looked over to Yuki.
"Akito?"
For some odd reason, the name stirred some basic fear in Kyous heart. Without his memory, he could place no image with that fear, but that only made things worse.
Yuki nodded. "Akito. Head of the Souma family." He said quietly, in an ominous voice. "He. " His voice choked up, and his eyes went wide, remembering. Kyou could feel the boys' shoulders shaking next to him, almost wildly, and Kyou suddenly felt scared for him. He placed his arms around the boy, tentively. When Yuki didn't pull away, Kyou steadied the embrace, letting his body warmth banish the chill fog of fear that surrounded the mouse. Yuki sighed, and leaned on the boys' chest, listening to the steady heartbeat sending warm blood through Kyous limbs. Yuki could feel the pulse in Kyous hands through the fabric on his nightshirt. He let the rhythm of Kyous heart steady his breathing, and Yuki could feel his body calming, the shaking stop. Outside the wind howled and tore at the house in desolation. Yuki didn't notice, but instead looked up at Kyou. The cat seemed to be struggling to find something to say. As he started to speak, Yuki placed a hand across Kyous mouth.
"Don't. I don't want to talk about it." Yuki said quietly. When he moved his hand, Kyou shook his head, and would have tried to speak again, but he was silenced once more, this time by lips.
Yuki tugged on Kyous nightshirt, pulling him down to kiss him.
"What am I doing?!?" his mind screamed at him, but he already knew, had known for a while. He had just been trying to hide it, to force away those feelings he didn't want to confront.
Yuki expected Kyou to pull away, to yell at him, call him disgusting, and rage out of the room. But Kyou only kissed back. No, more than kissed back; he kissed back hard. Yuki pulled Kyou towards him, on to the mats and blankets. In the back of his mind, Yuki could hear the rain pouring down in a fury of thunder and wind, but he ignored it. He had his own storm to worry about. Yukis hands worked fast, unbuttoning the nightshirt as he kissed Kyou. Kyous hands were doing the same, and when he had pulled it off, ran his hands along the others back, kissing his neck. (At this point, author-chan starts to get squeamish and feels perverted for writing this on a public computer, so she apologies for the disjointed writing. Believe me, it gets better.) What followed could only be described as a tangle of slender limbs, and a knot of bodies. Had Shigure been awake, noises the author is not willing to comment on would have inspired his next book. Kyou, to Yukis surprise, had this gentle, sensual touch that made the small hairs on Yukis body stand on end. Yuki also found that had this urge to bite and tug, not painfully, but hard, something he had never before thought of.
Motions and creaking, spinning and odd colors and honeydew flavors. The storm outside was nothing compared to the one within. Friction could have started a fire had not sweat and other things gotten in the way. It felt like sweet eternity was bottled up inside each boy and each wanted the others more than anything, tearing to get inside, and reveling in the fire and honey of the other.
Everything was a soft slip of flesh against another, so blissfully raw, Yuki wanted to swallow it all in himself. He could hear himself groan with frustration and tried harder to get into Kyou, could feel their bodies melting together in a blend of noise, flesh, and heat.
Finally, exhausted, the boys pulled away from each other, each slick with sweat, from each other and the air. They layed like that for some time, hands exploring and caressing, lips feeling their way, but with none of the fire and need of before. Now it turned soft, reassuring, as if to tell the other that it had been real, that it wasn't a dream. The humid, hot air of summer felt chill against their slick skin, and they pulled damp covers over themselves. Yuki brushed damp hair from Kyous eyes, hands tracing soft lips, and sighed. They had said nothing to each other since they had started, and yuki was reluctant to break that silence, afraid he might shatter with the force it took. In a few moments Kyou started to pull away, leaving cold air chilling Yukis bare skin.
"Where are you going?" Yuki asked quietly. Kyou smiled softly, lazily pulling on his shorts.
"To the kitchen. I'm hungry."
Yuki stood up and pulled on his nightshirt, silently following the cat to the kitchen.
Kyou pulled down a bag of chocolate mints. Why he had a craving for these, he didn't know, but he just did. Yuki, evidently hungry as well, nabbed some of last nights leftovers. Sitting at the table, each shared their food, munching silently and fast like starving beggars. When they had devoured everything in sight, they sat back, staring at each other. Yukis eyes traveled lasciviously up and down the other boys' limbs. Kyou must have been thinking the same way as yuki, for he crawled over and straddled the mouse's lap, kissing the tingling area behind the ears. Yuki put up a minor protest.
"Kyou, don't.not here. what if Shigure comes down?" Kyou snorted. "The pervert? He couldn't care less. Probably ask to join in." Kyou played with the gray-eyed boys hair, slender limbs weaving between the two. Yuki kissed the top of the cat-boys fiery head, smiling to himself, before pushing Kyou gently off. Kyou, a look of hurt crossing his eyes, sat back.
"What's wrong? Did I do something not right or." Yuki held his hand up for silence, and chuckled quietly to himself before answering.
"This whole thing is wrong, Kyou, at least to others." He took the boys hand and kissed his fingers to show that he did not agree with them. "But I can't help but feel that I'm taking advantage of you without your memory. I KNOW I am." He added, before Kyou could protest. Kyou looked down at his feet, awaiting the rejection he could feel coming. But instead of rejection, yuki only said "the rain stopped." Kyou nodded. "I know." Yuki stood up, his bare feet sliding against the floor, and opened the window. Looking out, he sighed.
"Even the clouds are gone. Its as if the storm never was." Kyou, coming up beside him, tilted his head to the side. "No. The storm washed the sky. Look at how bright the stars are."
Yuki nodded. The stars did look brighter, or maybe they just looked that way because Kyou had said so. Looking down, he turned to Kyou. Pulling him into a passionate kiss, Yuki put all the frustrations of what he was about to say into it. The force of it took Kyous breath away, and even drew a little blood, but otherwise Kyou could have died happily right then. When Yuki finally pulled away, much to Kyous unhappiness, he could barely pull his lips from the softness without crying out for more. "Kyou." He said, his voice shaky and gasping. "Kyou, we need to talk."
Leading the dazed cat back to the kotatsu, he sat him down gently; trying not to let his hands linger too long on the boys waist and hips. Kyou gazed, confused, at the gray-eyed boy. "Kyou, like I said, I can't help but think that I'm taking advantage of your amnesia. You couldn't understand, I've been wanting this for so long, but it honestly scared me, and I knew it would scare you, if I tried anything, but now." Yuki shook his head. "Its going to be so hard, but until you get your memory back.." Yuki faltered. Deep in hi heart he dreaded Kyou ever remembering his past life, all the hatred he had stored in his heart for the mouse, and all the problems he had. Kyou seemed so happy without them. Yuki realized that this is what Kyou would have been like if he had never been born with the curse, if all the heartache that clouded his mind with red and tore at his soul had never been, this is what Kyou would be: a smiling, carefree guy with beautiful eyes unclouded, and a soft touch that could make even the most stoic person reconsider the hetero- ism. Someone who sent shivers up Yukis spine, and heat corseing through his veins. But could Kyou understand this, when his memory returned? Would he still feel the same way then as he does now? It was bound to happen soon; it had almost been three weeks now. How much longer before the cat hated him once more?
"When you get your memory back. I just want to make sure you still feel the same way.
Kyou sat silent for a moment, and nodded. It would be hard for him also, but he could see Yukis point of view. He just hoped. A sudden thought struck him. "What about tohru?" he asked quietly. At this, a rare smile escaped the mouses lips. "Honda-san? This should make things easier for her, if any thing. But. Please, don't tell her about it. We can stay this way, and no one will know." An image of akito came to his mind briefly, and Yuki shivered. "No one will inter fere." He added.
Kyou nodded. "between us." He said solemly. Yuki stood and kissed the red- eyed boy softly on the lips. "Until then, then." Yuki turned away as gracefully as he could, and returned to bed. He would have to wash it in the morning, but for now he let the smell and warmth left by their bodies comfort him, and banish all chill nightmares to hence they came. All night he dreamt of slender limbs, a lascivious dancer, a dance of limbs put on by a red-eyed boy.